Dumnezeu permite razbunare (24/30)
by Bonkersfm
     
E-MAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CLASSIFICATION: MSR casefile
SUMMARY: When Mulder starts profiling again, Scully 
mysteriously disappears. When she is discovered it's a race 
against time to unravel the events that have taken place, to save 
the lives of others and salvage a relationship in the balance.
RATING: NC-17 
SPOILERS: IWTB
ARCHIVE: Yes  just e-mail me please
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine and making no money


Chapter 24

"What happened?" Scully took the corner 
to the waiting room sharply, running 
straight into Mulder.  He reached out to 
take her arms in his hands in an attempt 
to steady her. She shrugged from his 
grasp, picking up her purse from the 
floor. She nervously tucked an errant 
strand of hair behind her ear. "Will he 
be okay?"

"They say he'll be fine."  Mulder took 
his seat again, next to the door. "He was 
shot with a registered hunting rifle. 
Skinner should have a name soon and we 
can make an arrest. The bullet went 
through his shoulder but missed the veins 
and arteries.  His father was killed."

"This was done while he was...?"

"Yeah. While he was investigating this 
case. Somebody obviously knew he was 
getting too close."

There was an awkward silence as she too 
took a seat.  Ten minutes passed before a 
surgeon walked through the door way. 

"Well, he's going to be fine. The bullet 
missed every major organ and artery. His 
shoulder will have a nasty scar, but he 
certainly won't require surgery. "

"Is he conscious?" Scully stood now.

"No, although it shouldn't be long 
now..."

His speech was then interrupted by 
Mulder's cell. He stepped outside to take 
the call, leaving Scully talking with the 
surgeon. He listened carefully to 
Skinners voice, elated at the news he 
brought.

"Scully that was Skinner. They made an 
arrest and they'll be bringing him in 
within the hour. We need to get going."

"Why do we need to go?" She asked 
naively.

"Are you kidding me? Scully the guy who 
did this to you is most likely going to 
be sitting in a jail cell in one hour. If 
you can make an ID..."

"Mulder there's no way I can make an ID I 
don't remember what he looks like."

He backed down then. In a moment of 
excitement he'd forgotten himself. Was 
this how he treated his usual victims? 
"We should still go." He said. "We owe 
Kretski as much."

Mulder drove. She couldn't have done if 
she tried. Her whole body shook, both 
with fear and anticipation.  They'd 
hardly spoken a word, which she hated. 

"I couldn't understand why you weren't 
more upset when you found out I'd been 
meeting with Kretski."

"What, you're disappointed you didn't 
upset me?"

"No." She shook her head. "But I expected 
you to challenge me and you didn't. But 
now I understand why. You were already 
feeling guilty because you'd listened to 
the tapes when I'd asked you not to."

"No!" He slammed his foot on the brakes, 
halting the car.  "I didn't push things 
because I knew if I were you, I'd have 
much bigger problems running through my 
head right now!"

He stared at her for a moment longer, 
before turning away to start up the car.

Mulder stared at the stranger on the 
other side of the glass. The guy was 
Joseph Lines.  He was tall, over six 
foot, with brown short cropped hair. He 
was younger than Mulder, maybe late 
thirties, with a muscular mouth that 
seemed to make an angry face. He hated 
him already. The door opened and Pheeny 
walked in. 

"His name is Joseph Lines. He's a local 
carpenter and yes, he was on a ferry to 
Eastville the week we found your 
girlfriends body and get this..." He 
handed him the file. "His misses works 
for the psychiatrist guy."

"Dr. Vincent?"

"Yeah I guess that's how he found his 
victims, when he picked his wife up from 
work. Bastard. We're getting her in as 
soon as we locate her. So where's your 
girlfriend?"

"You mean Scully? She's waiting out 
back."

"You're kidding right? We need her to 
make an ID."

"She says she doesn't remember. If you 
can give me twelve hours I can bring her 
back in the morning?"

"We barely have that long. He won't talk 
until he gets an attorney."

"How long will that be?"

"Well its court appointed, so not long.  
You can't talk to him, Skinner's orders." 
Mulder nodded. He was right. It would be 
unethical and unjust for him to question 
this man given Scully's involvement in 
the case. It would also be incredibly 
hard for him to keep himself from killing 
the guy.

"You sure you can't persuade her?" Pheeny 
asked again.

"No way. If we can get him some other way 
I'd prefer it at least for now. See if 
you can get enough to get his time 
extended."

Pheeny nodded as Mulder made his way to 
the door. "What are you doing now?" He 
asked as Mulder went to leave.

"Scully's with Skinner across the hall, 
I'm gonna take her home."

Pheeny nodded again, leaving with Mulder, 
so that he could enter the interrogation 
room again.

He followed Skinners voice into the small 
office opposite the door he had just 
exited. "Scully you ready to go?" He took 
her arm gently, instantly forgetting the 
frustration he had felt in the car.

"Yeah I'm ready to go. Skinner says he 
wants us to come back tomorrow."

"We need an ID in the next twenty four 
hours. If we can find some other way to 
keep him longer I'll let you know." 
Skinner said.

Scully went to speak again, before Mulder 
intervened. "We'll be back in the 
morning." He said, turning her toward the 
door. As they walked down the hall, 
Mulder halted her. "Wait, I want that 
file from Skinner."  He tossed her the 
car keys and she continued down the hall.

In five seconds her knees buckled at the 
sight of him. Her heart pounded so hard 
against her chest that she struggled to 
breathe.  She tasted blood in the instant 
before her instincts overtook her, and 
she screamed.

Both Mulder and Skinner leapt from the 
small office and into the hallway, just 
in time to see Scully's fists pounding at 
Joseph Lines, striking him over and over 
in the face and chest.  Mulder got 
between them, for a moment taking the 
blows to his own body before taking hold 
of Scully's fists. 

"What the hell are you doing?"Skinner 
called out to Pheeny, whilst trying to 
direct Lines back to the interrogation 
room." Pheeny grabbed the man by his 
cuffs and spun him into the right 
direction.

"Looks like we got our ID. Guess we won't 
be needing you in the morning Miss." He 
smiled, but only briefly before Mulder's 
fist connected with his face. 

"You set us up!" He hit him again. Pheeny 
had not expected any further retaliation 
and fell back into the wall. Out of 
nowhere, officers descended upon them, 
dragging Mulder from Pheeny.  Mulder held 
up his hands, knowing that it was the 
only way the other officers would let go 
of him. By the time they had cleared, 
Scully was nowhere to be seen. He ran out 
into the carpark, finding her in the 
driver's seat, the engine running.

"Scully." He pulled open the door, 
speechless now.

"I just want to go home Mulder." She 
stated. He climbed into the passenger 
seat.